fell through the open trapdoor that she failed to notice because she was too busy looking everywhere except where she was walking. Then she found herself

Then she found herself sitting on the quilting batting that she would

card herself since it really was freshly picked cotton, bales and bales and bales

Where in the world am I? No when in the world am I she wondered? As she was trying to climb out she heard...

her cell phone ringing . it was the quilt police telling her she

"I told you you can't do that!! NOW look what you've went and done!"

fabric for dresses and quilts all sewn with beautiful treadle machines.

She went to sleep on the jail cot and when she woke up she realized she had falling asleep in her rocker looking in a quilting book..trying to decide what pattern to make the quilt out of....realizing it had all been a midday nightmare and she was o.k.....no broken bones and ...

time enough to finish her quilt since

she had all her wits about her , and her rotery-cutter & fabric ----